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Volume II: Burn

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This story is No. 2 in the series "Scriptificus Totalus". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: The continuing series posted on livejournal written by 5 authors crossing Buffy and Harry Potter and chronicling the rebuilding of the Watcher's Council in that universe.

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Harry Potter > GeneralscriptificusFR18167318,59518307198,1841 Mar 1017 Jul 10Yes

Woman to Woman Approval

June 9, 2005 5:00 PM

Hannah had taken off her jacket. It was a bit warm in the Council today. She was almost finished with her reports, so she kicked off her shoes and turned up her wireless. She did not need the books she had out for research any longer, so Hannah stood on her step ladder and replaced them while shaking a bit to the beat and singing along.

Blaise was dreading this. Pansy had a hold of Draco's arm as he led her to Hannah's office. Pevensie was on Draco's other side. Willow was walking next to him. "I don't know why you brought this up," he muttered as they arrived.

Willow looked at Blaise. "She'll have to meet her eventually if you're serious about this, you know."

Draco leaned against the door frame after opening the door. He had a grin on his face. Abbott was so not like a Slytherin. It was interesting how un-Slytherin she could be. He had no idea what she was singing, but it sounded terrible.

Blaise sighed and walked in past everyone. He winced at the music from the wireless but tried to speak over it. "Hannah."

She didn't hear him, so he stepped closer. The blonde kept dancing around to the beat and he tried to catch her gaze. "Hannah!"

Hannah screeched and lost her balance. Thankfully, Blaise managed to right her before she damaged herself.

"Oh my goodness," she said, leaning down and kissing him thoroughly. "You startled me."

Pevensie's eyes bugged at the kiss.

Hannah blushed. "And you brought an audience."

Blaise back was to the group and he had to shake his head lightly to clear his mind. This was either going to be smashing or going to suck. Draco never was around to see how he interacted with Hannah before, and neither had Pevensie.

"Yes, well, one of my friends is back in the country and insisted on meeting you. You remember Pansy Parkinson, right?"

Hannah swallowed nervously. "Yes."

She stepped down and walked to Pansy with a hand extended, until Pevensie stopped her.

"She doesn't shake hands. I'd save it."

"Oh," Hannah replied, putting her hand down. "Well, hello then, I suppose."

Hannah tried not to make a face, but honestly, who didn't shake hands? That was odd to her. Draco was standing back and grinning, so obviously he expected some sort of entertainment from her meeting Pansy. Again. Hannah was uncertain how to behave. She had not thought Pansy very nice in school, but Pansy was Blaise's friend. Perhaps an effort needed to be made.

"Pleasure," Pansy said with a sharp grin. "When your name was brought up with Blaise's and Willow mentioned you were here, I simply had to reintroduce myself. I didn't know you worked for the Ministry. My gossip sources must have neglected to mention you...as did Blaise."

Blaise gave his friend a warning glare.

Hannah raised a brow. "I tend to try to keep myself from being gossiped about, so perhaps that is why you've heard nothing. I've worked for the Ministry since Hogwarts. Passing through or sticking around?"

Draco looked at Blaise. He was so tense. Willow was frowning. All Draco knew was that everyone had better keep playing nice.

"Did you guys really almost have sex on that desk?" Pevensie asked.

Hannah blushed.

Draco glared. "Inappropriate."

Blaise rubbed his forehead and sighed. The floor was more than welcome to open up and swallow him whole.

"Shush, Draco. I find the honesty refreshing. Too much is wasted on dancing around topics," Pansy said before turning to Blaise with a wicked grin. "Well? Did you?"

"Shut up, Pans."

"Th-that's between Blaise and I, and I would prefer not to discuss it," Hannah said, feeling very off balance.

She turned nervously and went back to re-shelving her books. Had he been telling everyone? She knew most of the slayers were talking about it to a point. Then a lot of the watchers had started reprimanding them.

Blaise narrowed his eyes at Pansy and pointed, which just made her raise an eyebrow. "There. You're introduced. Bugger off."

"Stop being a bitch, darling. I was just teasing." Pansy patted his cheek as she passed him and walked over to Hannah.

"So, Hannah-is it all right for me to call you Hannah?" she asked, and continued on. "Hannah, what exactly is your job here at the Council, and however did you manage to snag the attention of my dear friend?"

Blaise walked over to Draco and whispered to him angrily. "If she keeps pushing, I will hex her."

Hannah looked at her. "Are you suggesting he doesn't just like me? That I had to use tricks to get him?"

Hannah gave Blaise and hurt and bewildered look. What had be been saying?

Draco was no longer grinning. Blaise was funny about Hannah. Sure, he'd never seen them together, but Blaise was already irritated because Abbott was nervous. If she honestly got upset, all hell would probably break loose.

"Did you have the pleasure of meeting his last girlfriend?" Pansy said with a delicate snort. "He didn't even notice her until she had her legs wrapped around a stripper pole at a party he was out."

"What the fuck, Pansy?" Blaise snapped.

Pansy glared at Blaise. She did not want to see her friend hurt, and if little miss Ministry was only after him for his looks, she knew that he would not take it well. News traveled, and Pansy heard about the break up, his retreating to France to stay with his sister, and his subsequent forceful removal of Ella and Calanthe from the manor. Hannah Abbott would be the last straw for him.

Hannah came down off of that ladder so fast that Willow jumped.

"Yes, I did meet her. I found her to be a horrible, horrible bitch who had no understanding of what she had in Blaise. She was completely unworthy of him and I hope her face melts off in a chemical fire one day. How'd I land him? I staked a vampire that attacked him then I bled all over him."

Hannah turned and started slamming books back on the lower shelves heedless of thr order she was putting them in. She'd correct it later. She was muttering to herself angrily.

Draco was grinning. No wonder Blaise liked her. She threw fits.

Pansy's eyebrow slowly went up and she grinned. "Oh she'll definitely do."

Blaise let his head drop and groaned.

Hannah turned and put her hands on her hips. "What?"

"She likes you because you got pissed and defended Blaise," Draco said.

"Now look, I don't just muck about. When I like someone, it's because I like them. Not because they're pretty or I'm lonely or any of the other stupid reasons people hook up just to hook up. Not that he isn't attractive."

Hannah blushed again.

"You guys are really weird," Pevensie said. "I'm out."

She left the office.

"Hannah, if we are bothering you..." Willow began.

"It's fine."

She took the books and started rearranging them. Draco watched with a grin. Maybe he needed to visit the library.

Pansy crossed her arms. "And for your information, I hated his last girlfriend with a passion as well." She turned to Draco. "Who was the one who cut off her hair?"

Willow suddenly found the floor very interesting.

Draco pointed at the redhead. "She also glued her feet to the floor. It was classic. Blaise, I think even your mother was a little scared, and wisely so. It was one of my top ten best days ever."

"I would have paid good money for that show. Let me look at the memory later?" she asked Draco.

Blaise huffed and crossed his arms. "Can we please get off the subject of my deplorable taste in women, present company excluded?"

He looked over at Hannah and rolled his eyes. "If I had known this was coming, I would have given you warning."

She smiled at him, pleased to know he had not ambushed her. "It's all right."

Hannah moved close, unsure if he'd want her touching him with his friends there. She would have liked to. She'd liked to curl into his chest and smell the expensive cologne she knew was on him.

Pansy leaned over to Draco to whisper. "I hate to say it, but they're almost adorable, and I can't even stand the word."

"She resisted for a while," Draco whispered back. "She fell for him after getting to know him, and she wasn't kidding about the bleeding. She was hurt and he carried her."

Hannah was ignoring Draco and Pansy whispering.

"How have you been? I'm sorry I have been so busy," Hannah said softly as she brushed her hand against his.

He shrugged and leaned against the ladder. "Busy as well. The Manor is almost completely done, and everyone and their crup is trying to invite me for some social event or tea or whatever. Having to hand-write polite fuck off notes is tedious."

Hannah giggled and inched closer to him. "You're terrible."

"It's true!" he said with a grin and leaned down. "Don't tell her, but Pansy's mother is the worst. Right after some old hag whose ex-husband became one of my step-fathers when my mother decided she liked his vault amount. I don't want to spend an afternoon talking about the privileges of crup breeding with her. One day I'm going to screw politeness and watch her die of shock when she does get a note telling her to fuck off. Maybe I'll send a howler."

"Oh you would not," Hannah replied, inching closer. "You always have excellent manners. That would be highly inappropriate. And why was she talking about crup breeding? You only tolerate horses. Now, horse breeding might have been a better topic."

Blaise snickered. "I don't want to talk about crup breeding. That's the point. The old bat Wedington does. I think I will send that howler." He gave her a smirk. "There are times when I am entirely inappropriate."

Pansy blinked in surprise. "He's forgotten we're even here, hasn't he?" she whispered to Draco. "That's rare."

"Well, she likes him. Not his money or his looks. That's a new thing for him. I haven't really seen them together before now. Look at how close they're standing. It's no wonder they nearly had sex on the desk."

Willow giggled at that.

"Cecelia said he took his new girl riding, but I had no idea she was talking about Abbott. He never takes girls riding, although it was amusing to hear that his horse nearly bit off Ella's head when he attempted with her." Pansy sighed. "He's growing up."

"You know she let him stay with her when he was waiting for Ella and Calanthe to get out, right? And his nonna came over and cooked with Hannah," Draco added.

Pansy's eyes widened in shock. While Blaise's grandmother accepted all of his friends as her own grandchildren, she never thought any female was good enough for her grandson. "Well hells bells, when's the wedding?" she asked loudly.

Blaise choked and looked over at her. "What?" he asked.

"We could actually leave if you two want," Draco said.

Willow gasped. "I need to. Clare just broke her arm." Willow winced in pain. "In two places. Gotta ago. Nice to meet you, Pansy."

Willow hurried out.

"Who the hell is Clare?" Pansy asked.

"More importantly than that, how did she break her arm in two places," Blaise said with a shiver. He'd fallen off of horses plenty of times, and had a few bad breaks. Those were never fun to heal.

The moment between him and Hannah was broken and he stepped back a bit.

Hannah pouted when he moved away. She liked when he stood close to her.

"Clare's a slayer," Draco offered. "And she's a right mess because she just got here. Even weird Alice is better at slaying."

Pansy chuckled and sat in one of the chairs in front of Hannah's desk. "Tell me more about this place. Blaise barely even covered what it does and since you both sent me so many owls," she said sarcastically as she rolled her eyes, "I would love to get more details."

"Well, certain girls are born to fight darkness. The Council trains them to do so," Hannah said. "They are schooled and trained here. Most of the girls going out into the field have a watcher or mentor. That's what Draco does."

Pansy shook her head in amusement. "I still can't believe they gave you an impressionable mind. How many fish did you kill when we were young because you 'forgot' about them?"

Blaise snickered.

"Pevensie is a bit difficult to forget," Draco said

"She's the sort that stows away to fight a battle," Hannah said. "She keeps a stake and a knife in those boots of hers. She happens to like Blaise, so I think she has good taste in friends."

That made him snort. "She also hangs out in a Knockturn Alley bar and crushes on Marcus Flint. Kindly don't lob me in with that group."

"Well, if you don't consider the danger, he's handsome, I suppose. As many fights as he gets in, I'm not shocked Pevensie likes him."

Draco and Blaise looked at her.

"He's a perfect example of male strength. Of course a slayer would be attracted to that."

Blaise made a face. "I'm going to be sick now."

"Well I can agree with that assessment."

He looked at Pansy, horrified. "I'm definitely going to be sick now."

Pansy rolled her eyes. "I can appreciate a man who knows how to assert himself. Just because I think the majority of them are idiots doesn't mean I can't appreciate their wrapping."

Draco rolled his eyes. "I'd rather her develope a nice awkward crush on her boss. He's got a slayer after him and he's not manly in the least, all snake head choppings aside."

"Don't be mean, Draco," Hannah scolded. "Neville's plenty manly."

Draco laughed loudly.

Blaise rolled his eyes. "Stop helping, Hannah."

"Well, I think Pansy would agree with me. I saw him one day delivering plants. He took his shirt off. The shirt was hiding very nice arms. I know Mac was certainly appreciating the view. Though please don't tell her I looked. I don't want my legs broken or my eyes gouged out or anything."

He glared at her. "What were you doing ogling a shirtless Longbottom?"

"I happened to be walking by. He was all glisten-y and bulging arms muscles. I was helpless against it. It isn't as if I walked up to him and licked his bare chest. Good grief. You look at other women all the time. Hell, you flirt and take them to lunch."

Draco was stuck on the chest licking comment. His face was scrunched in horror.

"Really? We're going to do this again? Fine." Blaise crossed his arms.

Pansy settled back in her chair. "Oh this should be good."

"I've had dinner with two females in the past few months. Two. One was Lovegood. I'm trying to convince her to reorganize my library because I don't fucking want to because it's tedious and I hate tedious. The second dinner was with Astoria Greengrass, because I wanted her to fucking follow you when you went on that joke of a lunch with Theo. You haven't heard me bitch about that, have you?"

Now Draco was looking pinched at the mention of Luna. "Well, you can't have her for your library until she's finished here."

Blaise let out a growl and turned to face him. "I know that, you bastard. I know that, and she knows that. We were just discussion options. I'm not trying to take away your toy!"

Pansy looked between the two men with an amused grin. "God, I'd forgotten how much I enjoy this."

"She's not my anything," Draco snapped. "She has a legitimate job here. The library of a council like ours is crucial."

"Then why the hell do you become such a posturing little berk when I mention her? Hell, you broke up a perfectly amicable dinner where nothing happened and you punched me."

"Because you hurt Hannah's feelings."

"Oh my goodness, leave me out of it," Hannah replied.

"Because I know you. I don't want you ruining my library time."

Blaise's eyebrow slowly went up. "Your...library time?"

"It's quiet and I read, and she organizes. Sometimes we talk about stuff. I don't make her nervous any longer, but she sure as hell won't want to talk to me anymore if my best mate goes all wanker on her a breaks her heart or gets her knickers off and never floos. Or better yet, she'll want to talk to me about you all the damned time."

He threw his hands in the air and stomped over to the over chair beside Pansy. "I give up. I guess I'll never speak to Lovegood again, or Merlin forbid I'll want to shag her through a bookshelf and then she'll only want to talk about me to Draco."

Hannah bristled.

"You can speak to her, but you can't do that thing you do." Draco was glaring. "I like things as they are. I like what we talk of now, and I'm supposed to help her with the book cage, and I won't have you mucking that up for me."

Hannah looked at Draco, blinking. He was almost acting like...

"Oh my goodness."

"What?" Draco snapped.

"Draco, I am not interested in Lovegood," Blaise said. "I'm not going to muck up anything for you. I'm not out to get you."

Pansy looked over at Draco with a raised eyebrow. "You help Lovegood with her job? Menial labor." She shook her head. Lucius was going to have kneazles.

"So what? She doesn't want to sort the evil books alone. They're the ones that scare Willow even. I can't have her in there alone, now can I? She makes me tea and helps research sometimes. It's a fair trade."

Hannah's mouth was hanging open.

Blaise was unimpressed. "If I wanted to sort evil books, which I actually need to do by the way, and asked for your help, you would point, laugh, and tell me to fuck off. What the hell makes..."

He trailed off. He was going to say what makes Lovegood so special but then he got it. Astoria told him but he'd forgotten. Now that the proof was right in his face, he laughed loudly. It was good thing he was already seated, or else he would have laughed himself right into the floor.

"What in the hell is the matter with you?" Draco snapped.

Hannah blinked. He didn't know. It was so obvious and he had no idea. It was completely adorable. She never would have thought Draco Malfoy could be adorable, but here he was, all oblivious and adorable.

Pansy shook her head. "Ignore him, Draco. Now, do you have tea with research and a side of Lovegood often?"

"I spend a lot of time in the library when I am not training with Pevensie, yes. It's nicer when I have someone to talk to, and she's interesting to watch. I think she has OCD. Lots of quirks and ticks. I used to hide under the tables so I would not bother her."

That made Blaise laugh harder.

"Do shut up," Pansy said, swatting at him, even though it was hard for her not to smile herself. "So you noticed these... quirks?"

"Yeah. What of it? I notice things about a lot of people. What are you getting at?"

Pansy just shook her head. "One day, you will think back at this moment--me finding you rather pitiful and Blaise laughing--and be deeply, deeply ashamed."

She stood up and brushed herself off. "And with that, I shall be off. Be a dear and escort me out. I'm not staying with mother, but rather at that hotel in Diagon." Pansy waved her hand, as if trying to recall a word. "Oh what is the name of it? Never mind, the one with the exquisite caviar. I'm in the penthouse. Come by and we'll have a chat. It was a pleasure to meet you, Hannah."

"Likewise," Hannah replied.

Draco looked at Blaise. "What is she talking about?"

He was still chuckling and simply waved goodbye. "I have faith that you'll figure it out soon. I expect to hear the swears from wherever I am in the world."

Draco rolled his eyes and left. He hated when his friends spoke in code.

Hannah blinked and looked at Blaise. "How can he not know? I mean he really doesn't know."

"Hell, I didn't know until Greengrass told me, but it's plain as day. Slytherins have a bad habit of being able to see the small things whenever it comes to everyone but us. It's a fault, but we compensate for it well."

"Oh look," Hannah said playfully. "We're all alone."

Blaise smirked. Bless Pansy for firmly insisting Draco see her out. "That we are. Fancy a game of chess?"

Hannah moved and sat in his lap. "Is that really what you'd like to do? I'm finished with my work for today and was thinking of heading home early."

One hand found his way around her waist and the second lightly grasped her chin to bring her face down to his. After a long, slow kiss, Blaise pulled back. "The absolute last thing on my mind is chess."
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